The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1887-01-28

ing revelations, and another of Grand
mother Allan's axioms occurred to mind;
Better let well enough alone.
She was great deal quieter that week,
however, and so much better behaved,
that her father remarked casually that
''the child was really getting quite de-
cent"
Poor Lita! it was dreadful to be re-
garded as the family scapegrace.
On the unlucky Friday, however. old
Mrs. Hodges came in with her knitting
work and snuff-box.
''S'pose you've heard the news, Mrs.
Allan?' said she. Someone been
maxim carricatoors of old Mr.. Dewey. the
new minister, in hymn-book, and the sex
ton was fool enough to show it to him. and
he's dreadful put out about it,
''Bless mer' said Grandmother Allan,
dropping the knife with which she was
peeling potatoes for tea.
81 seen it myself, nodded Mrs. Hodges,
"and for all its such Sodom-and-G
rah sort o thing, you couldn't help but
laugh, it's done SO cute, with his hook
nose and spectacles complete and even the
very wart on his chin.
Lita, who was making up pink ribbon
bows in the next room for dress she was
to wear on the following day at tennis
party, felt herself tnm pale
Involuntary she put her hand down in
her pocket and pulled ND the crumpled fly
leaf of hymn book; but, also, a blank
one,
1t was all as plain as daylight To her
now-she had dropped the book and picked
mp another one in its stead, leaving that
horrible piece OF rcnmstantial evidence to
bear witness against her.
''There's one comfort, She Thought.
Nobody can know it was me-
In which speech it will be seen that the
morals and the grammar were equally de
ficient
She went to the tennis party the next
day. and took her first lesson in the knowl-
edge that Fate is sure, sooner or later, to
oyertake criminal.
Almost the first person she saw was good
old Mr.. Dewey with his bald head and
eagle nose.
$50 this is Miss I.ita Allan, said he,
beaming kindness on her scarlet face
through his spectacles. Il am glad To see
you, my dear--very gladr'
''But he wouldn't be- thought Lita,
.'if he knew what a wicked, sacrilegions,
abominable thing fhad DONE
She had hardly murmured some almost
inaudible piece of insanity, when she was
called across the lawn by Miss Flora For
tescue, one Of the radiant young hostesses.
''Come here, Lita.'' cried Miss Fortes-
cue. I'm going to assign you to one of
the very best players | know-Mr. Frank
Dewey, from Yale College, our new minis
ters nephew. Miss Allan, let me intro
duce Mr.. Dewey to you.
And to her infinite horror and dismay,
Lita found herself looking directly into the
roeuish hazel eyes of the unknown who
had shared with her the same pew under
the organ loft that night when she so far
forgot herself and the place she was in.
GLOW do you do" said Mr.. Dewey, lift
ing his tennis cap.
s'How do you do?" murmured Lita, feel
ing as if every drop of blood in her body
had rallied t. her two cheeks, and was
there hosting danger signals.
1--WE known you by sight for some
time said the young collegian. But
this is the first time could get introduced.
am so glad.'
Lita knew perfectly we'll that she ought
to say something, but words failed her in
this emergency. She could only look at
Mr.. Dewey in frightened, idiotic sort of
way.
''Really, though he went on, Il feel
quite well acquainted with you. That bit
of pencil idea. you know
ooh, dontr' almost shrieked poor Lita.
''But why nota" said Mr.. Dewey, with
engaging frankness. ''Of course it's all
between ourselves. You know, of course,
that there's a lot of fuss been made about
it. Not by my uncle, though. Bless his
dear, genial heart, he sees the fun OF the
thing as we'll as you did,
"And-ani he was your uncle!' gaSped
Iita.
"And the dearest old uncle in the world,
too, - nodded the collegian. 'Bnt joke
is joke and I'd have cut my tongue ont
sooner than to betray gou, Miss Allan.
And really, as Uncle Norman says, the
likeness is something startling.
s'You haven't told anyone?" faltered
Lita.
''Not 4 soul.
"And you will keep the secret?'
'With my life. Here's bit ofpink rib
bon that has dropped off your frock. Tie
it into the buttonhole of my waistcoat, and
consider me your true and loyal knight
from this time forth forevermore.
Infinitely relieved, I.ita did so; and not
until she was Mrs. Frank Dewey, two
years afterward, did the old minister know
all about the eventful Sunday evening
when the scapegrace of the family drew
his picture on the fly-leaf of her hymn
book.
He laughed and forgaye her. Not SO
Grandmother Allan.